[heygiwriter]

Chapter 28: Tharun's Midnight Knock


The kiss had left both of them breathless. Jay’s hands were still roaming over Nikitha’s body, hungry and possessive, when her phone buzzed again.
She glanced at the screen. Another message from Tharun.

Jay’s jaw tightened, but he stayed pressed tightly against her from behind, one hand gently cupping her breast as he read over her shoulder, his breath warm against her neck.

Tharun: Still awake, my real-life angel? ? Today was incredible because of you. I just wanted to say thank you again before sleeping.

Nikitha smiled softly, a gentle warmth spreading through her chest. She started typing, her fingers steady at first.
Nikitha: Couldn’t sleep yet. Today really was special. Thank you for everything, Tharun. You made it perfect.
Tharun: I meant what I said earlier. You looked stunning in that peach saree. The way you carried yourself on stage… it was hard to look away. You have this natural glow that lights up the entire room.
A tiny hint of something warmer slipped into his words. Nikitha felt a small flutter in her stomach.
Nikitha: You’re sweet. Always so nice to me.
Tharun: Can’t help it when it’s you. Honestly, even now I keep thinking about how beautiful you looked tonight… and how incredibly lucky I am to be close to you.
There it was — a gentle but clear hint of flirtation.
Nikitha bit her lip, feeling the shift. Jay’s hand tightened slightly on her breast, his thumb slowly brushing over her nipple through the thin fabric. She could feel his body tensing behind her, his cock already starting to harden against her ass.
Nikitha: Tharun… you’re starting to flirt again. ? I’m feeling lenient tonight because of how much you helped me these past weeks. All the effort you put in… I’m really grateful.
Tharun: Lenient, huh? That sounds promising ? Then maybe I can be a little bolder just for a moment… Call me darling! Or better yet… call me your dear husband.. ?
Nikitha’s cheeks flushed instantly. Her breath quickened. Jay’s grip on her breast became firmer, more possessive, as he pressed his hardening cock against her ass and gave a slow, deliberate grind.
Nikitha: Tharun! You’re getting naughty now… I’m blushing so hard right now. I said I’m feeling grateful, but this is only for today, okay? Just one day of me being extra lenient because of everything you did for me.
Tharun: Only for today? You’re reassuring me… Shit, if I was with you right now I would have hugged you so tight and kissed you for what we’ve achieved. Just a proper celebration. Jay really played a spoilsport today.
The flirting had turned noticeably bolder. Nikitha’s face burned as she read his message. Jay’s breathing grew rough in her ear. One of his hands slid down her stomach, fingers teasing under the waistband of her panties, brushing against her smooth skin.
Nikitha: You’re really pushing it now… But yes, only for today. Because I’m grateful. Don’t make me regret being nice, darling. Sadly, today ends in an hour. It’s already 11:00 PM now. Even if you come now, you can’t hug or kiss me. What a sad story for my brilliant manager, friend Mr. Tharun..
She laughed softly while typing the last line, her body squirming slightly as Jay’s fingers dipped lower.
Tharun: OMG, did I miss a hug and kiss from my precious woman? Are you serious right now?
Nikitha: Yes. I know you’ve been trying so hard for weeks while I kept you strictly friend-zoned. I thought… since you’re missing me too much, I could be lenient with you today. But looks like you missed your chance..
Tharun: So I still have one hour?
Nikitha: You can’t reach in time.. And yeah, you missed it.
Tharun: Who said?
Nikitha: Me.
Tharun: In 2 seconds you will hear the sound.

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Almost immediately, a loud car horn blared from right outside their villa.
Both Jay and Nikitha froze.
A new message popped up instantly.
Tharun: I’m already here, Niki. I couldn’t stay away. Come out, beautiful. I have a special gift for you… and I want to thank my favorite girl properly while you’re still feeling this lenient.


Their eyes met, wide with sudden realization. If Tharun came to the door and saw them together like this — Jay’s hands all over her, both of them barely dressed, flushed and aroused — all their carefully crafted lies would come crashing down. The secret marriage, the excuses, everything would be exposed in one single moment.


“Shit…” Jay muttered under his breath, his voice low and tense.
Nikitha’s heart hammered wildly. She quickly pulled away from Jay’s embrace, her body still tingling from his touch. She grabbed her thin nighty that had been discarded earlier and hurriedly slipped it on. In her rush, she completely forgot to wear a bra. The soft fabric clung to her curves, her hardened nipples clearly visible through the material.

“Stay here,” she whispered urgently to Jay, her voice shaky. “Wait here. I’ll send him away quickly and come back. Don’t come upstairs.”
Jay’s jaw clenched, jealousy and worry burning in his eyes, but he nodded and silently moved toward the stairs following Nikitha, he stayed near door.. was ready to spy them from there. 

Nikitha took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing pulse. She wasn’t even sure if Tharun was standing right at the door or still waiting by his car. She quickly tied her messy hair into a loose bun, hoping she didn’t look as disheveled and turned on as she felt.

With one last glance toward the downstairs where Jay had been waiting.. 
She walked barefoot toward the main door in upstairs, her heart pounding louder with every step.
Her hand hovered over the doorknob for a second. She could still hear the soft, teasing horn from outside.
She slowly opened the door.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 29: Midnight Temptation


Nikitha’s heart hammered against her ribs like a caged animal desperate to break free. Every nerve ending still sang from Jay’s earlier touches, but now a different kind of heat pulsed through her veins—guilt, fear, and something darker, more forbidden. She hurried upstairs, bare feet silent on the cold marble. The main door creaked open  

Tharun stood in the dim porch light, devastatingly handsome in a fitted black shirt that hugged his broad chest and shoulders. A small gift bag dangled from one hand, and in the other, a beautifully wrapped cake box. His smile was slow, predatory yet tender, eyes gleaming with unmistakable hunger as they raked over her barely covered body.



“Tharun…i was just playing with you..  it’s so late,” Nikitha whispered, voice trembling. She stepped out just enough to block the doorway. 
“What if someone sees you? The neighbors—”

Before she could finish, Tharun’s large hand pressed gently but firmly against her waist, pushing her backward into the house. He followed, closing the door with a soft click and turning the lock. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the silent house.

“Calm down, Niki,” he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough, stepping so close she could smell his cologne—dark, woody, intoxicating. “Just two minutes. Today was too special to end without seeing you.”

From the top of the stairs, hidden behind the partially open stairwell door in pitch-black shadows, Jay stood frozen. He had heard the door, the whispers. His fists clenched so hard his nails bit into his palms. He couldn’t see everything clearly, but he could hear every breath, every rustle of fabric. His stomach twisted into knots of rage, jealousy, and a sick, unwanted arousal.


Tharun placed the cake box on the living room table and opened it with deliberate care, revealing her favorite red velvet cake. He pulled out a small elegant gift bag and a framed photo from their launch event—both of them smiling, his arm possessively around her waist. The photo looked too intimate now under the low lamp light.

“I wanted to cut this cake with you,” he said, eyes locked on hers with raw sincerity. “Private. Just us. No crowds. No pretending.”

Nikitha’s pulse roared in her ears. She knew she should send him away, but something made her hesitate, then nod. They stood close—too close—as they cut the cake. Tharun fed her the first piece, his thumb deliberately brushing her full lower lip. A smear of cream stayed behind. He didn’t wipe it with a napkin. Instead, he slowly dragged his thumb across her lip, pressing gently, letting the touch linger. His eyes darkened as he brought the same thumb to his own mouth and sucked the frosting off, gaze never leaving hers.

The air between them became thick with tension.


“You look so beautiful even in your nighty,” he whispered, his voice dropping. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you the entire drive here.”
Nikitha’s breath hitched. She gathered her courage and asked the question burning in her mind.

“You have a girlfriend, right? Then why are you doing all this… chasing a married woman? Is this just for a temporary fling or sex?”
Tharun looked at her seriously for a long moment, then spoke with raw honesty.

“Yes, I have a girlfriend. But our relationship has been dying slowly for months. I give her attention, she calls it a waste of time. I give her gifts, she says it’s a waste of money. Her career and family pressure are all she cares about. Honestly… if you were unmarried, I would have boldly proposed to you and told her my decision on her face.”

He let out a helpless breath, vulnerability cracking his confident mask. “I know you’ve been starving for real affection too, Niki. We’ve become more than friends. Let me love you properly. I want to feel alive again… with you. Yes, I want your body—desperately—but it’s not just sex. I want the love behind it. The kind that consumes you.”


His words pierced straight through her defenses. The raw longing in his voice mirrored her own hidden pain. For the first time in years, someone saw her—not just the wife, not just the proper woman, but the woman aching to be desired, cherished, taken.

Nikitha stepped forward on impulse and wrapped her arms around him tightly. Tharun stiffened in surprise for half a second, then crushed her against his hard chest with a low groan. The hug was anything but innocent. His strong arms banded around her waist, palms sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her flush against the unmistakable bulge in his pants. Her soft breasts pressed against him, nipples stiff and sensitive through the thin fabric. She could feel his heartbeat thundering.

While holding her, he dipped his head, lips brushing her ear. 
“Didn’t wear a bra, did you?” he whispered hotly, breath sending shivers racing down her spine. “Naughty girl.”

She said no i dont wear when i sleep.. 

His hands roamed lower, boldly tracing the curve of her ass, squeezing gently. Their faces drew closer, breaths mingling. Then he kissed her.

The kiss was electric—soft at first, then devouring. Tharun’s mouth claimed hers with hunger, tongue sweeping in to taste her deeply, stroking, teasing, dominating. Nikitha moaned into his mouth, kissing him back with equal desperation, her fingers tangling in his hair. The world narrowed to the slick heat of his tongue, the hard press of his erection against her belly, the way his thigh nudged between her legs, rubbing against her dampening core. His hands roamed freely—one sliding up to cup her breast through the nighty, thumb circling her aching nipple, the other slipping under the hem to caress bare skin.
For long, dizzying minutes, she melted into him, lost in the thrill of being wanted so fiercely. The danger, the secrecy, the raw passion—it was intoxicating.
Then reality slammed into her like ice water.

She tore her mouth away, gasping, lips swollen and glistening. “I… I got carried away,” she whispered, voice shaking as guilt crashed over her. “We can’t. Not like this. I’m married… I need time to think. This is too fast.”


Tharun’s eyes were black with lust, chest heaving. For a moment he looked like he might push further, but then he exhaled shakily and nodded. Yet the fire in him refused to die completely.


Instead of stepping back, he cupped her face with both hands, thumbs stroking her flushed cheeks. “One last kiss,” he growled possessively. “Let me taste you properly before I go.”

Before she could protest, his mouth crashed down on hers again—deeper, more demanding, utterly possessive. This wasn’t gentle. This was a claiming. Tharun kissed her like a man starving, tongue plunging, teeth grazing her lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. His hands slid into her hair, tilting her head exactly how he wanted, holding her captive as the kiss stretched on and on.

Ten long, scorching minutes passed in a haze of heat and heavy breathing. Nikitha’s knees weakened; she clung to his shirt, whimpering softly into his mouth as his body pressed her against the wall. One of his hands roamed down, gripping her thigh and lifting it slightly around his hip, grinding slowly against her soaked core through the thin layers of fabric. The kiss never broke—wet, filthy, desperate—full of moans, nips, and swirling tongues. He devoured every sigh, every tremble, marking her with his taste, his scent, his dominance.

When he finally pulled back, both of them were panting, lips red and bruised, a thin string of saliva connecting them for a second. Nikitha’s eyes were glassy with lust and confusion.

Tharun rested his forehead against hers, breathing ragged. “Next time,” he murmured, voice thick and dark, “don’t wear a bra… or anything else. I want to taste every inch of you, Niki. Slowly. Until you forget your own name.”

He stole one final, softer kiss on her forehead, lingering there as if sealing a promise, then stepped back with a final smoldering look and a whispered, “Good night, beautiful. Dream of me.”
The door clicked shut behind him.

Nikitha stood trembling in the living room, lips tingling, thighs slick, mind a whirlwind of shame, lingering desire, and raw fear. Her body throbbed with unfulfilled need. She turned toward the stairs, legs unsteady, and opened the stairwell door.
Jay was right there.

[heygiwriter]

Grisping narrations, clearly excellent write up. thoroughly enjoyed the recent episodes, finding the write-up to be exceptionally well-crafted. The depth of emotions and clarity of presentation were truly commendable. It offered a comprehensive and insightful exploration of the open relation of  man and women.The narrative flow was engaging, holding  attention throughout the entire story so far. I appreciate the nuanced perspectives presented and the consideration of various viewpoints. This episode has certainly set a high standard for future content. We look forward to more such illuminating flavours of your writing....

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[heygiwriter]

I do not know what is Author Heygi's plan. I think this story should be a short story. If author going to stretch longer then he must be include many sex encounter between Tharun and Nikita which make Nikita a complete filthy whore like Sneha. Readers will get board to witness too many sex encounter between Tharun and Nikita like Ghoutam and Sneha. Also destroy the story. Tharun and Nikita's sexual encounter should be not more then 3-4 times. During this time Jay must realizes that he loves Nikita more then anything and express his feelings to Nikita which makes Nikita also realizes her deep love for Jay. Then both together will stop Tharun and ended this fling. After that they will paid off their home loan. Nikita will quit from job and planning for their baby. BTW the story building is too good so far. But it is necessary for the story to acknowledge the deep love between Jay and Nikita. Upcoming situation must create enough pressure on Jay to admit that he loves Nikita and he do not want to see her with anyone sexually involved. This must makes Nikita crawl back to her husband and ended the fling. Lets see how will author narrates the story.

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[heygiwriter]

Was she not supposed to be in first floor. She was with jay in ground floor how did Tharun missed it.

no she is in first floor and she opend that door. Tharun had seen her going through stairs. The house has two stairs one external one inside from house

[heygiwriter]

I thought Tharun will put the cake all over her and inside her panty. Lick every inch and make her beg to take him. But bit disappointed

lol

[heygiwriter]

You stories become more addictive with each update.

Thanks

[heygiwriter]

Hi Heygi, welcome back.

Personally, you're my gateway to Xossip, and I suspect that's true for many others as well. 

The sheer volume of stories you churn out and the speed at which you deliver them is truly astonishing.

At this point, I'm starting to wonder whether you have a secret team of writers hidden somewhere, or if sleep is simply an optional feature for you.

And as far as the story, this time i don't wanna be a critic, instead gonna layback and enjoy.

thank you buddy ! appreications in between would be boost for me in case when you guys liked it

[heygiwriter]

Story is going exceptionally. Waiting to see how it unfolds.

Kind request please spare poor guy Jay. Jay - Nikitha life is going non- linear. Got married as strangers and entering into relationship. They were already in unique relationship so don't punish if Jay wasn't attentive to her.
I don't understand why he is using sex to show jealousy? He doesn't feel anything else over her?
I know it adultery so Nikitha Tharun sex portion inevitable.
But please don't make anyone villian.

Thanks, its a complicated affair so no one is villain here.

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 30: Shattered Possession

Nikitha stood frozen in the living room long after the door had clicked shut behind Tharun. Her lips were swollen and bruised, still tasting of him—rich, masculine, dangerously addictive. The long, possessive kiss replayed in her mind: ten endless minutes of his tongue owning her mouth, his hard cock grinding against her soaked core, his hands claiming every curve as if she already belonged to him.

Her legs trembled violently. Shame crashed over her like a tidal wave. What have I done? She had hugged him first. The moment he spoke of his dying relationship and his hunger for real love, she had thrown herself into his arms like a desperate woman. Sin. This is sin. Her nipples were still painfully hard, her panties drenched, thighs sticky with arousal she couldn’t deny.

She needed Jay. Right now. She wanted to cry in his arms, to ask if she had destroyed herself completely. He would hold me, guide me she thought.

Heart pounding, she turned and opened the stairwell door.

Jay was standing right there in the darkness, face ghostly pale, eyes burning with a storm of rage, pain, and raw possession.
“Jay… I think I messed up,” she whispered, voice breaking. “He kissed me. He hugged  and I… I hugged him back.  i dont know... ”

“I heard,” Jay cut her off, voice dangerously low. “Everything.”

Before she could say another word, his hand shot out and gripped her upper arm like a vice. The hold was bruising, almost painful. He dragged her down the stairs with frightening strength. Nikitha stumbled after him, robe slipping off one shoulder, nighty riding up her thighs.
“Jay—slow down! You’re hurting me!”

He didn’t answer. He pulled her straight into their bedroom and slammed the door shut, locking it with a sharp click that echoed like a threat.

The moment they were inside, he spun her to face him. “You said you would just send him away and come back. What the fuck was that, Nikitha? Ten minutes? Ten fucking minutes of him devouring your mouth while you moaned like a whore in heat?”

Nikitha’s breath caught. Despite the guilt and fear, a strange thrill shot through her at his fury. She looked up at him, eyes glistening, and a shaky, teasing smile curved her lips.

I have never seen you this furious for years.. What happen to you, what gotten into you?

“Are you jealous, Jay?” she whispered playfully, even as confusion and shame warred inside her. “You’re being so possessive… it’s almost cute.”
His eyes darkened dangerously.

Before she could finish speaking, Jay shoved her hard. Nikitha fell backward onto the bed with a startled “Aaahuchhh!” Her robe flew open, nighty bunching around her waist, exposing her smooth thighs and the dark wet patch on her panties.

Jay didn’t waste a second. He yanked down his shorts, his thick cock springing free—rock hard, veins pulsing with fury and lust. He climbed on top of her like a predator, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. He lowered his face to kiss her, but the moment their lips were inches apart, he froze. The memory of Tharun’s kiss flashed in his mind. Disgust twisted his features.

Instead of kissing her mouth, he gripped her thighs roughly and spread them wide.
In one brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her soaked pussy.

“Ahhh!” Nikitha cried out, back arching sharply. The sudden stretch burned deliciously. “Jay—what got into you? Are you one of those cuckold husbands who gets hard watching his wife with another man?” she teased mischievously, even as her walls clenched around him.

He didnt respond, instead he increased his thrust inside her.. he fucked her hard—savage, punishing strokes that made the bed creak violently. Each thrust was deep and angry, his hips slamming against hers. Nikitha’s moans grew louder, heavy and broken. “Slow down… Jay… ahhh… ohhh fuck…”

But even as she said it, her body betrayed her. She liked it. The roughness, the possessiveness, the way he was trying to erase Tharun from her body. Her hips started meeting his thrusts, legs wrapping around his waist.

As they were reaching for the release of the brutal rhythm, she gasped, “Why are you so hard on me? Like you’re punishing me… ahhh… yes… right there!”

Jay’s hand gripped her jaw, forcing her to look at him while he pounded into her. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her breasts. “That bastard Tharun… when Anjali goes to him, I fucked her senseless to show her who she belonged to. You… you’re my wife. You are mine... Will i just watch?”

he didnt complete...

His pace became feral, cock driving so deep she saw stars. Nikitha’s moans turned into screams of pleasure-pain. Her orgasm hit her like lightning—body convulsing, pussy gushing around him as she cried out.

Jay followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan and flooding her with hot, thick spurts. He collapsed over her, breathing ragged.

For a few seconds, only their heavy breathing filled the room.

Then Nikitha’s expression changed. The lust faded, replaced by cold fury. She pushed at his chest.
Slap!

The sound cracked across the room as her palm connected hard with his cheek.
“Move, you filthy scumbag!” she hissed, voice trembling with rage. She shoved him off her and scrambled back, pulling her nighty down. “I’m not an object for you to own! You don’t get to say ‘you’re mine’ after treating me like this. Who are you proving this to—Tharun or me? Because I didn’t want any of it!”

Jay sat up, stunned, cheek burning red. “Nikitha—”

“No!” she cut him off, tears of anger and hurt spilling down her cheeks. “Just minutes ago, after he kissed me, all I wanted was to run to you. To cry in your arms and ask my husband what I should do.  Even real husbands and wives don’t have this kind of trust. I may not love you the way a wife should, but I still look to you for emotional support. Every single time I reach for you, you hurt me. 

When i first wanted you at demo you scold me. 
Even now i wanted one, but you are busy proving im just an object a thing in your eye, to own right?!”

Jay’s face twisted with pain. 
You read everything wrong.. 
I didnt mean that, i respect you , for years you should know me better. 

That word doesn't come like that.. 
“It hurts me too. 
I’m not jealous the way you think, and I’m definitely not a cuckold. I’m your husband—”


“On paper. For the world,” she snapped.
 “We are not real husband and wife.”

Yes its a Marriage of Convenience. 
But i feel i “I love you,” he said hoarsely. 
“I feel it. Seeing you with him… it kills me.”


Nikitha laughed bitterly. 
“This isn’t love, Jay. It’s insecurity. 
You just want to prove you own me. If you ever truly loved me, you would have shown it long before. 
I’m just like your side chick Anjali to you.”

Jay’s eyes flashed. “Anjali was never my side chick. Yes, I was sexually involved with her, but it was only to protect us. I had no real feelings for her. But you… even if this marriage started fake, we are husband and wife. Can’t you at least say sorry for letting him kiss you? instead you keep playing like jealous cuckold normalizing things? Don’t I matter to you at all?”

Nikitha stared at him coldly, pulling the sheets around herself. “Did you ever apologize to me when you fucked Anjali again and again? 
If i mattered to you, you would have apologised me right?
Why the double standards the moment I find someone who actually makes me feel desired? 

You disappointed me today, Jay. Do you really think words will heal what you just did?”
Even though we are married for fake, i was true to you. 
I never thought you would treat me less human!

Jay started to say something.. Nikitha stopped. 
No dont utter a single word.. i fear, anymore word from you.. it would permanently but a break between us. 

Jay sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands, completely stunned. The weight of his actions crashed down on him. He had let jealousy and rage turn him into something ugly. Now, as silence stretched between them, thick with betrayal and unresolved pain, he had no idea how to fix the fracture he had just widened.

They slept on same bed, nude yet seperate!
The real storm was only beginning.

[heygiwriter]

You never failed to amaze us with your writing bro,,this story also became a huge success just like your other master pieces..thanks for the story..

Thank you

[heygiwriter]

Chapter 31: Morning After the Storm


Jay barely slept that night.

He lay on his side of the bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying Nikitha’s words again and again like a broken record.

"No, don’t utter a single word… I fear, anymore word from you… it would permanently break between us."

Those words had cut deep. But this time, in the quiet darkness, he heard something different beneath the anger.

Fear.
She was afraid of a permanent break. She was afraid of leaving him. She was afraid of walking out of his world completely.

For the first time in days, a strange clarity settled over him.
He had been wrong.

He had expressed his love in the worst possible way — the same possessive, controlling way he had used with Anjali to “show ownership.” But Nikitha wasn’t Anjali. She was the woman who had stood beside him through hell. The woman he had slowly, unknowingly fallen in love with.

And he had treated her like property.

He knew he still had a chance. Speaking to her properly, declaring his love honestly, showing her he could change — that was the only way to fix this. He decided he would not let her go. Not without fighting for her the right way.

With that thought, he finally drifted into an uneasy sleep.

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The next morning, the sunlight felt harsher than usual.

Nikitha was dressing in front of the mirror, quietly slipping into a simple saree. She was wearing a jacket over her bra, her movements mechanical and distant. For a moment, she glanced at the bedroom door and gently pushed it almost closed — a small, silent attempt to create distance.

Jay noticed.
He walked over without a word, opened the door fully, and stepped behind her. Before she could react, he wrapped his arms around her from the back, hugging her tightly, his chest pressed against her back.

Nikitha stiffened instantly.
“How can you come and hug me like this after what you did?” she said coldly, voice low. “You think I’m easy? You just want sex again, hugging me like this…”
Jay rested his chin on her shoulder, holding her firmly but gently.

“Nikitha, just listen to me,” he said quietly. “I know I was wrong.”

“My way of expressing love was wrong,” he continued, his voice steady despite the storm inside him. “I’m sorry about that. I know I hurt you. But I’m sure about one thing — I love you. I figured it out only recently. I’m telling you the truth. It’s not insecurity or about ownership. I don’t want to see you with anyone else. I only need you. I can’t leave you.”

He held her tighter, as if afraid she would slip away.
Nikitha stood still for a few seconds, then turned slightly in his arms. Her eyes were cold, but her voice trembled with anger and pain.

“Stop dreaming, Jay. Do you think I will buy it? It sounds fake to me. Our marriage is fake. We know that.”

“I will go one day,” she said deliberately. “Once our agreed tenure ends, we will move our own ways. I will marry someone else. 

Jay asked are you still thinking Tharun, he has girlfriend. 

Nikitha said.. Even if Tharun is not the one for the future, I’m telling you right now — I’m going to go into a relationship with him, even if that limited to sex.. You can’t stop me with mere love dialogues.”

She said it like a knife, pushing the words to provoke him, to hurt him the way he had hurt her.

She believes, Jay is speaking smooth to calm her down but she doubts if he truly understand her.. she still believes he will show a different face like one in the night.. she just wanted to try and prove, Jay is just obsessed with her and not love like he claims.. she doesn't want to blame him but wanted to make him realize hence she decided to provoke him, with such words... 

Jay didn’t explode.

He simply held her tighter, breathing steadily.

“I know,” he whispered. “I was wrong. I won’t stop you if that’s what you truly want. But if you’re doing this in rage, I beg you to stop. I can’t change my nature overnight… but I believe you will understand my love one day.”

“Flimsy dialogue,” Nikitha said bitterly. “I’m done.”

Jay exhaled. “Okay. Lets stop our argument... its time for office.. I know you didn’t cook. 
Let’s go out and have breakfast. We can speak later.”

Nikitha turned away. “I’m going alone. Not coming with you.”
She had finished dressing herself in saree by this time. 

Before she could step away from bedroom, a loud car horn blared from outside their villa.

Both of them froze.
It was Tharun.
He had come to pick her up for office.

Nikitha’s eyes flashed with a mix of shock and opportunity. She wanted to provoke Jay further — to bring out his true nature, to punish him for how he had treated her.
“See?” she said, voice sharp. “Tharun knows me better. Without me even telling him, he came to pick me up.”

Jay’s jaw tightened, irritation flashing across his face, but he tried to control it.
“You should not go. Chase him away. We are going by ourselves.”

Nikitha’s eyes hardened.

“Mr. Jay, stop here. You don’t dictate what I should do. I’m an adult. I know my limits. And even if I want to cross those limits, no one has the right to stop me or control me. 

Im not stopping you, im telling you i love you and you should not do this.

Look — this is not love. This is control you’re trying to impose on me. and we never loved that i should listen to you.”

“I’m your husband, Nikitha,” Jay said, voice strained.

“On paper,” she reminded him coldly. “We are fake.”

He stepped closer. “I love you. Im telling you now. Ppl in love wont do that"

Nikitha exhaled and said..  “True people in love would not do this. 

I’m doing this because I never felt loved. Stop me with your love, not by freaking control. I would stop myself if I felt love. But you never loved me. You are just projecting that you love me.”

She took her bag and walked toward the main door.

Jay shouted after her, “Before you open the main door… Tharun may expect you to come out from upstairs. Don’t get caught yourself.”

Nikitha tightened her eyes, realizing how blunt she was being. She paused.
“I know,” she said. “I just came to see if this was unlocked.”
She went through the upstairs entrance.

Jay thought she was just playing but ashs he moves upstairs, his heart skipped a beat.. He kept shouting, running behind her. “I hate you going with him!”

“Then I would love going with him. 
Doing things with him,” she shot back. “If you say no, I will do that.”

Her heart beat fast. She knew what she was doing — pushing him, punishing him, testing him. She wanted him to understand what real love felt like. But she also knew this cat-and-mouse game might cost them everything.

With uncertainty swirling inside her, she stepped out.

Tharun waved from the road. She walked to his car and got in.
“Let's go,” she said.

Once inside, Nikitha looked at Tharun coldly. “Thanks for offering me a lift, but don’t do this often unless necessary. Families around here, Jay is here… I don’t want scandals or rumours. Last night’s kiss and hug didn’t give you any rights.”

Tharun smiled, starting the engine. He didn’t argue. He simply drove toward the office, the tension between them thick and unresolved.

[heygiwriter]

Jay didn’t spoil the position in one dramatic moment. it was more gradual and rooted in his behavior pattern. His way of expressing love came off as control and possession, especially in moments where Nikitha needed emotional safety and respect. From her perspective, that aggression is what broke trust—not a single incident, but the accumulation of how he handled her.
As for Nikitha, the intention is not to portray her as reckless or immoral. Her actions right now are driven by hurt, confusion, and a need to test whether Jay’s feelings are real or just another form of control. She is reacting, not acting from a place of clarity i believe.. Lets see how story unfolds.. I see it is  imminent she desire to leave the so call agreement of being marriage... 

Its is basic instinct, you never know which food is Delicious until you tasted it.. Ingredients matters...

Jay is male version of Sneha..

Male version ah :D NO

[heygiwriter]

Hi buddy,

On an emotional level, this is your best chapter so far. 

The way you conveyed the emotions was raw and unapologetic.

Both characters felt real, especially with all their contradictions because apparently humans can’t make life difficult enough without confusing themselves too.


The most striking theme was the double standards. You nailed them perfectly. The past and present collide beautifully to create the mess these characters call a mindset, and somehow it all makes sense. 

You’ve set the stage for an absolute mindfuck of a story, and I can already see readers questioning their sanity right alongside the characters.

Kudos. 

It takes skill to make readers empathize with people and judge them at the exact same time.

Thank you

[heygiwriter]

A teaser of Upcoming 

[heygiwriter]

Hey ji,


Will there be another update?

dont wait only after morning

[heygiwriter]

Every one has different way to express love, if the marriage was just on paper, there were no true feelings then Jay wouldn't have responded to just a kiss that way. Nikitha maintaining a relationship even on paper until this very moment yet hoping for a real marriage should have known how Jay was feeling, instead her now craving affection from Tharun seems unreal. If at all she craved same thing from Jay then why didn't she pursue it all this time? Why was she passive all this time? She could have made a big fight when he was with Anjali which would have shown Jay about her feelings and made him realize that he has true wife at home and he is messing around. She could have expressed her feelings and if there was no reciprocation then you can blame Jay.

Woman who are usually very perceptive should have got the real feelings behind Jay's aggressiveness. I feel like right when things go towards making meaning out of this marriage its inevitable Nikitha will drift away far into a relationship, its a repeat telecast of same drift that happens with all heroines in our author's stories. Jay will fight to some extent then he will let her go eventually and by the time Nikitha realizes she has gone too far and knows her feelings about Jay, Jay will move on or would accept that he doesn't like Nikitha anymore...eventually they will find their way but not before Nikitha is satisfied, Tharun is satisfied...the template is right there for us to see...I do not want any twists I am perfectly OK to read these stories with feelings drift back and forth between the main couple which is the main plus points of his stories.

Yet another angle and situations that lead couple to gamble what they have and lose it before they find it again.

~RCF

Yes i like that Hook. complexities around it :)

[heygiwriter]

I am happy to see author is moving the story in right path. Story is based on complicated affair between Jay and Nikita. Author Heygi should continue the sexual relationship between Nikita and tharun based on Nikitas's rage and revenge plan with only intention to hurt Jay, lust and love must be excluded. Her intention must be stick on to understand the jay is realy love her or not. Pls be careful it should not be more then 3-4 sex encounters between Nikita and Tharun. It will make her look like Tharun's whore if sex encounter happened more than that. It will downgraded the story. Within that period of time Jay must prove his love for Nikita.So that Nikita could ended the fling right away. Hope Heygi will not blunder again. He is getting matured and evolve as a better writer. Less loop holes more logical story progressing. Fiction does not mean you can make a cow climbs a tree. Fiction means you write based on logic and reality. Jay and Nikita is a couple like every south asian couple who got married by a arrange marriage where love bound to happened. Heygi you build up the story in a fantastic way pls do not blunder it by any way like you did Anandhi and SUriya. I hope you keep this story short pls don't stretch to satisfied the brainless immature sex retarded few in numbers readers. We want to see you as a A.R. Rahman not as a Annu Malik.

Thanks it , frequency or limitations cannot be determined by me, it goes on as how character got shaped, when i write it i get to know,for characters its uncontrollable after experiencing or getting a taste, so i just slow it down

[heygiwriter]

These pics are awesome as your narration is

Thanks

[heygiwriter]

This is amazing ! Such a fantastic read. Theme, which has implications far beyond the obvious, so skillfully handled. Specific praise for the characters—You are giving us some of the most beautifully written female leads. The illustrations are so appealing and complement the narrative so well, adding to the overall reading experience. On a personal POV [Which can be ignored] I think neither of them should end up with each other. Just saying !!!

thanks